Summary

This is so filthy. I can’t believe I wrote this, I am both ashamed and incredibly proud. This is beyond plotless. There’s no plot at all. No lead-up, no nothing. I’m blushing just posting it. Seriously, I’m so sorry, just reading this is going to bring you down to near my level. That said, it also satisfies my Stony Bingo square for “blindfolds”, so… Enjoy!

Summary

Frank Castle is a boxer at the top of his game. Laconic and anti-social, he has a reputation for being an incredibly-tough interview.

Karen Page is a sports reporter trying to prove herself in a male-dominated field. She's done playing games--trying to be the "Cool Girl" who caters to the male fantasy--and now she's on a mission to take no shit.

"For a while, the fact that an interview with Castle lasting longer than 5 minutes even existed was big news. Splashed all over the message boards—circulated among boxing and Castle fans alike. The very concept that someone actually got the man to sit down for more than a breath of time and give multiple-sentence answers to a question—it was huge. Massive. It was the only thing Castle fans could talk about.

Summary

Sansa Stark had no idea how she wound up being friend and lover to Sandor Clegane, only that neither of them is sure how to tell their friends that they've been banging. Days apart, at night they're naked.